Charlie finished eating the last piece of pie that was begging Charlie to eat. He went to the sink, washed the dish, the fork and put them away. Just hiddin’ the evidence, he leaped when he heard a small bang at the door.
He pulled the door fast and caught Tonks as she gallantly tripped into him, “Hiya, Tonks!” he gave her a long disappointment look. “I thought you where a garden gnome askin’ for cabbage.”
Tonks kicked him in the shin lightly and then hugged him fondly, happy to see a smiling face. Noting a bit of pie at his mouth, she brushed it away for him.
"Pig, that's what you are. Not Weasley, but pig. How you all can eat like that, I'll never know. Wait until you're forty, it'll all go straight to your arse. Then where will your brain sit?" Tonks teased, but kissed his cheek anyway.
"If it hangs that low, Charlie-boy, someone would have told me by now. I know you Weasley boys are blessed and all, but really, there's a limit to arrogance." Grinning at him, she plopped down on the bench comfortably. "And we would have had you tied to a bed in the Tower before you finished school."
Molly’s carrot and ginger hair was in a messy bun that kept coming down in all sorts of places, and she was wearing her usual dress for around the house. Around her curvy and plump hips she also wore her new apron, a gift from one of her shoulder this past holiday. She walked into the kitchen with a truly busy-bee bodied attitude and looked around. Smiling gently at the strange, but fond little witch named Tonks, she nodded, poked a bobby pin in her hair with one hand and gestured towards the inside of the house with the other. “Charlie have you offered your guest some,” the red-haired mother picked up the empty pie plate and stared at it with thin lips, “pie.” Oh, that look on her face told many young man, and one husband that their mother was not pleased; it was infamous.
"He certainly has not, Molly. He's a brute, and terribly rude to boot." Tonks stuck her tongue out at Charlie and gave Molly her most innocent, sweet face. "And d'you know, he had pie all over his mouth when I got here?"
Charlie pulled his innocent-boy look and pulled out a witty smiled to his mum. He gave a small hum and looked up, at the ceiling as he rubbed his chin with his gloved finger.
Molly narrowed one eye on Charlie, and lightly tapped the glass pie-plate on the top of his head just hard enough to earn a lovely sound. “Well, then tomorrow you can bake the whole family replacement pies, and you can make a spare to owl off to Tonks, something she can share with those boys she looks after,” she said, and grumpily put the pie plate in the sink. “Oh, and how is that dear Blaise? Is he handling the death of his father all right? And you will say hello for me to all the children, won’t you? Remind Ron to wear socks if he doesn’t want Crookshanks to chew on his toes,” she said while starting the pots and pans for dishes.
"I can certainly try, Molly." Tonks smiled at the sweet older woman. "Blaise is recovering, although it's been hard. There's a lot of work left to do. Benjamin is all aflame with anger at Kingsley, which is adorable, and Harry's lost in the world of Draco Malfoy. All in all, I'm raising teenagers when I've just barely stopped being one."
Nudging Charlie with her boot under the table, she gestured towards the door with her head silently. "Charlie, didn't you promise me a bit of time, love?"
“Aye, that I did,” Charlie got up from the bench. Moved to his mum’s side gave Molly a small peck on her cheeks. “I’ll promise Tonks I’ll treat out to the town and maybe, we can paint the town red, Weasley red, that is” he winked at his mum as he took a long side step far away from Molly’s arms can reach.
Molly gave one of her eldest an odd look; Charlie’s height, or the lack there of in comparison to his other brothers, came from his stout mother. She lightly kicked him in the ankles and gave him a good swat on the back of the head, “Fine! Take away my only source to gossip about the children. You’ll bake those pies tomorrow, and see if you get anyway! I’ll sick the ghoul to guard the kitchen,” she said with a stubborn nod and walked out the back door to the yard.
"You heard her, Charlie-boy. It's apron time for you." Tonks started snickering madly as she stood again, more amused than she could express. "I'm sure you'll look lovely in that frilly white one."
Charlie rushed to the door. “Call me nutter, if you like but I don’t flutter like a butter fly, mind you! I’ll be back later mum! And I might be back as pure but I might not be pure as Mineral or Spring water!”
He pulled his wand out of his leather hide robes. “Tally-ho! Diagon Alley, here I come!” He apparated away.
Through the other side of the wall, Molly stuck her head in through kitchen window, leaned her elbow on the frame and sighed. “That boy has completely lost his brains. If dragons are that detrimental to mental instability, you may want to warn Harry that his pretty dragon may be bad for him,” Molly said with a wink. “Take care and have fun, love!”
He pulled the door fast and caught Tonks as she gallantly tripped into him, “Hiya, Tonks!” he gave her a long disappointment look. “I thought you where a garden gnome askin’ for cabbage.”
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"Pig, that's what you are. Not Weasley, but pig. How you all can eat like that, I'll never know. Wait until you're forty, it'll all go straight to your arse. Then where will your brain sit?" Tonks teased, but kissed his cheek anyway.
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Nudging Charlie with her boot under the table, she gestured towards the door with her head silently. "Charlie, didn't you promise me a bit of time, love?"
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He pulled his wand out of his leather hide robes. “Tally-ho! Diagon Alley, here I come!” He apparated away.
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